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LONGWOOD COLLEGE PARMVILLE, VIRGINIA November, 1950

TABLE OF CONTENTS

STORY:

ONE WAY HOME

Lester Trout

7

Betty Lou Harmon

3

FEATURES:

THE STORY BEHIND THE STATUES I

REMEMBER

PALL FASHIONS FOR FIFTY rr

HAPPENS TO EVERY FRESHMAN

Suzanne Girard

9

Joan Prichett

12

Matthews

17

Jean Smith

8

Bessie

POETRY:

THE HARBINGERS OF SUMMER HAVE COME OF MICE AND MEN BALLAD OP THE WOMEN OP PARIS THE NIGHT BEFORE RAT DAY A FAWN

Maria Jackson 14

Betty Collier

15

Diane Murray

16

Roberta Browning 18

REVIEWS:

ACROSS THE RIVER AND INTO THE TREES THE LITTLE WORLD OF DON CAMILLO THE BIZARRE SISTERS

Sara Cregar 19

Sally Brickman

19

Patricia Taylor 20

.

From Across the Desk

.

.

Hail to everyone connected with Longwood College. May the Joan of Arc spirit be yours always! For many years the spirit of Joan of Arc has inspired thousands of young women to greater deeds. Sensitive to duty and responsive to the Voices that guided her, the Maid of Orleans, as she was called, set forth to conquer -for Prance. "Well-armored" not only with a coat of mail, but with a "faith that knows no fear," she rode at the head of the French army and led them to one victory after another till at last she saved her country from the English and saw Charles, the Dauphin Prince, crowned King of France.

Her obedience to the Voices that urged her to do for her country that which seemed impossible for any teen-age girl to do, much less an unlettered peasant girl, her achievements, her faith, and her "inaccessibility to vanity and hate even in the moments of victory" as John Gerson puts it all these and more are what inspired the students of Longwood College to choose the spirit of Joan of Arc as

—

their ideal.

Voices speak to all the young men and women of Longwood College today. they be obedient unto them! For as never before our country "America the Beautiful" has need for young men and young women with the Joan of Arc Comto save her from that threatening monster spirit to fight for Democracy

May

And may

—

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munism.

And so it behooves everyone connected with Longwood College whether he be student, student-teacher, member of the administration, or member of the faculty, to catch anew the Joan of Arc spirit and to fight dauntlessly the enemies of Democracy. Our public schools are our greatest bulwark against Communism. inspires her young men and women with the to serve nobly their God, their fellowman, and their country, not for popularity, "nor for profit nor honor," but for the good they can do each in his own way she is not living in vain.

So long as Longwood College Joan of Arc spirit with a desii-e

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E. F. D.

THE STAFF Edith

Editor

Managing Editor Business Manager

Short Story Editor Essay Editor Poetry Editor

Review Editor Art Editor Humor Editor Staff Photographer

Manager Circulation Manager Advertisi7ig

Duma

MARr\ Jackson Frances Habper

Nancy Garbee Betsy Wilson Flora Ballowe Sara Cregar

Lauralee Fritts, Pat Lee. Mildred Pat Taylor, Joanne Steck. Roberta Browning, Max Agree. Peggy Wilson, Sue Brewbaker, Shirley Bloxton, Nellie Hart.

Assistants:

Carter,

Lucy Jane Morton Joan Prichett Peggy Peery June Raines Patty Walker

Contributors: Betty Lou Harmon. Lester Trout, suzanne Girard, Sally Brickman. Jean Smith: ^^^^^ Murray, Betty Collier. Bessie M.^tthews.

Member Pissoctcited

Co!iG6ide Press

The Story Behind

the Statues

Betty Lou Harman

OF ARC aOAN history says she

will never die,

though

lived only nineteen

Today, she stands out as a symbol of eagerness and bravery of loyalty to purpose and faithfulness to duty; of service to her country and her fellowman.

Because the spirit of Joan of Arc is what years.

;

it

is,

the young

women

of

Longwood

Col-

lege more than a quarter of a century ago chose her as their ideal as their "patron

—

saint".

Today, two statues of the Maid of Orleans stand on our campus. To the class of 1914, we are indeed grateful for their gift statue of Joan of Arc that now stands in the center of the Rotunda where it arrests the attention of thousands of students and visitors. This statue is a reproduction of the famous one chiseled in 1870 by the French sculptor, Henri-Michelof the

Antoine Chapu of Paris. He called it "Jeanne d'Arc ecoutant les voix" (Joan of Arc Listening to the Voices"). Today, the original stands in the Museum of Luxembourg, Paris.

Endeavoring to decide upon a theme for tlie salutatory address for graduation exercises, June 1914, I appealed to Mr. James Grainger for lielp. From his suggestions, I chose "Leadership of Women" with Joan of Arc as the example or symbol.

At the same time that I was struggling for a theme, the Senior Class was deliberating over an appropriate gift to the College. Fortunately, we learned from Dr. Jarman that he had long wished to have a suitable piece of statuary for the Rotunda. After much research and several consultations with Dr. Jarman, the class 1914, on his recommendation, decided that their gift to the College would be a statue of "Joan of Arc Listening to the

of

Voices"

as

sculptured

face has inspired all kinds of people of the Old World to higher things. Likewise, for

Longwood students

by Chapu.

The statue did not arrive in time for Commencement that June. But that summer my father, Mr. R. C. Bristow, later Business Manager of the College, supervised the uncrating of the statue, the building of the pedestal, and the placing of the statue in the Rotunda.

Sincerely,

Maria Bristow Starke, Class 1914 (Mrs.

Throughout the years that thoughtful listening look on the little French maid's

years it has inspired to higher ideals.

Dear Betty Lou.

Thomas

J.

Starke)

The other statue of Joan of Arc for which we are grateful is the "Equestrian Statue" which stands under the Colonnade.

This statue depicts the brave maid obeying the voices which told her to take up arms mounted with sword raised high, just as when she led the French Army to victory. This statue was presented to the College in 1927 by Anna Hyatt Huntington, the famous American sculptor. Had it not been for the enthusiasm and initiative of Lucy Haile Overbey, a 1927 Longwood girl who truly had the Joan of Arc spirit, likely we would not have this "Equestrian Statue of Joan of Arc." You

for France. It represents her

Maria Bristow, now Mrs. Thomas J. Starke of Richmond, Virginia, was the president of that "famous" 1914 class. Somehow her father, Mr. R. C. Bristow, caught her enthusiasm and made a gift that covered the cost of the transportation of the statue, and the building of the pedestal.

Her letter, which I quote here in part, tells the story back of the statue in the Rotunda.

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THE COLONNADE when you read

will probably think so, too,

these excerpts

from her

letter

paper clippings which follow

and news-

it.

Farmville,

February

Virginia 15,

1927

My

dear Mrs. Huntington, In reply to your letter of November, 12, 1926, I wish to thank you for your information concerning the statue of Joan of Arc.

Since November we have been corresponding with Mr. Drake. He said the terms would be on a thirty-day basis, and that the price was fixed by the sculptor

.

ested

.

.

The

statue in which we are interthe Bronze Statuette 4'3" in

is

height ... At the suggestion of our President, Dr. J. L. Jarman, we are negotiatThe money ing with a local bank here will have to be raised in three years by a small group of girls in a student body of .

.

.

1,000 ... To raise it, means that we will have to make the greatest sacrifices we However, each of us have ever made is fired with such a keen desire to have this statue that nothing can stop us And it's your statue, Mrs. Huntington, that has inspired us We have studied every picture and every statue of Joan of Arc, and yours is the only one that represents the ideals of our Joan of Arc Circle.

The state of Virginia has five colleges .

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

women, but Farmville is the oldest of The statue will be placed in them all front of our largest and most beautiful building ... It will inspire not only the for

.

.

.

present group

of students, but also the thousands of Virginia girls who are yet enter State Teachers College ... In

to

years to come this statue will mean to them what it now means to us.

And now, Mrs. Huntington, because

you are the creator of the only statue that represents our ideals, we ask if there Is anyway you can help us.

Sincerely,

Lucy Haile Overbey Secretary of the Joan

of

Arc Circle

of

Alpha Delta Rho

From

the

Roanoke News:

SCULPTOR PRESENTS JOAN MODEL TO STUDENTS WHO LACKED MONEY Farmville. April 30, 1927 (Special*. of the State Teachers Farmville, has recently received a beautiful gift. Anna Hyatt Huntington,

The student body College,

American woman

sculptor, has presented

the college with a four -foot bronze model of her famous "Equestrian Statue of Joan of Arc." The history of Mrs. Huntington's interest in the college and its ideals is somewhat unusual. In searching for a gift which would embody its ideals of leadership and service, the Joan Circle of Alpha Delta Rho, an lionorary society of the State Teachers College, selected, from all the art portraying Joan of Arc, Mrs. Huntington's "Equestrian Statue". The price of the model selected was almost prohibitive to the group of girls who wished to present it to the college, but their

enthusiasm

would

brook

no

and arrangements were made

hindrance for its pur-

chase.

Meanwhile one of the members of the organization. Miss Lucy Haile Overbey, wrote a personal letter to the sculptor. It was this epistle, fired with faith which so enlisted the interest of Mrs. Huntington and her husband that they ordered the statue delivered as a gift rather than as a sale.

There are three large replicas of this work in the world, one in Mi-s. Huntington's native state, Massachusetts, one on Riverside Drive, New York City, and one in Prance. But the fact implied in Miss Overbey's letter, vhich no doubt touched the artist, is that none of these could have so great an opportunity for noble inspiraation as might be possessed by the Joan triumphantly lifting high her sword under the arcade of the Teachers College at Farmville, Virginia, where thousands of girls, now and in the future, may linger and gaze and imbibe the thrilling influence of the maid who gave all and asked nothing for herself.

Donates Model Mrs. Huntington is reply to Miss Overbey's letter wrote In part: "In answer to your letter of the 13th I am much interested and pleased that your Joan Circle has chosen my statue of Joan of Arc out of all the others.

"I spoke to my husband about your raising a fund among you to purchase a four-foot model and he asked me to write to your circle that he would be very glad to present the Joan Circle of Farmvile, Vii'ginia, with such a bronze copy of the four-foot model.

"I have sent today an order to the Gorham Company to forward to the Joan Circle a bronze copy which my husband and I hope you will accept with our best wishes to the Joan Circle.

Sincerely

yours,

Anna H. Huntington Continued on page 22

THE STORY BEHIND THE STATUES

Joan of Arc Listening To The Voices in

The Rotunda

The Equestrian Statue in

The Colonnade

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if

11 'It

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THE COLONNADE

m

vV/'^x X us

"I

even looked at the dog tags."

ONE WAY HOME Lester Trout First Prise

Winner

OURwaters

choppy Almost every man on board was top-side. The air there was fresh and invigorating. In the compartments it was stale and stuffy and depressing. Many of us were shooting ship tossed about in the of the South Pacific.

the bull about various things. the time

away

;

Some

to pass

others to free their minds

want to remember.

Ten days had passed since we had first put out to sea. With the exception of the Skipper, our destination was unknown to any of us. Yet by the size of our task force all of us knew something big was coming off. In fact, we were all expecting hell to break loose just any morning at break of dawn. That was the usual procedure in the Pacific Theatre. There were many on board who didn't give a damn what happened. To cf things they didn't

tell

the truth, by this time the majority of

us felt ourselves veterans of hell.

One afternoon

I

was

alone on

sitting

had done some of the things I hadn't, and that I hadn't done some things I had. After some time had elapsed, I began looking around the deck and listening to the other fellows the

bow

of the ship wishing that

gums about

beating their

One

fellow,

a

rather

I

various things. refined-looking

something

about "Dear John letter" from his wife left Pearl Harbor. Another burly blurted out, "What the hell do about a "Dear John letter"? I person,

said

getting

a

we

before

six-footer

you care

got word from reliable sources that there are plenty of good-looking Gook women where we're going."

The your

first

fellow jeered: "Yea, sources?" "Can't

reliable

who tell

are

you

that," he said, "It's a military secret."

Gathered on the starboard-side of nummen were

ber one hold, a small group of

in

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trying to harmonize. I laughed inwardly as I wondered if their singing affected anyone else as it did me.

Somehow it reminded me of the frogs in the old mill pond, where as a boy, I had spent many summer evenings fishing and swimming in my birthday suit.

Suddenly I was whisked away from these nostalgic thoughts by screaming and singing together,

from the far side of the ship. When got there, the commotion was about over.

yelling I

Two

G.

was

still

were holding another G. I. who trying frantically to jump over board. He kept screaming, "Please, let me get it over with! Why wait any longer?

My luck has run out! Please let me do it the easy way!"

A handsome, stalwart young lad stepped forwai"d. He looked too young to be away from his mother's care. Yet, he grabbed the screaming man by the shirt collar, back-handed him a couple of times, I.'s

and told him to snap out of it. "Listen, Mac, get this through your thick skull. We're all going home after this run. But, if you give

up before you

start,

you haven't got a

chance."

The screams stopped. of

it

in that

way

before.

"I never

thought

Thanks kid

!

Gee,

thanks an awful lot!"

After the crowd broke, I walked over to the kid and introduced myself. "Glad to know you. Trout," he said, "Just call me Ned. In fact, you may call me whatever you like just so you call me for chow and

—

pay."

"Pretty quick thinking, Kid," I said approvingly. He smiled, "Shucks, I was trying to convince myself as much as him. It's pretty hard, you know, for me to get stuff like that through my own skull."

From that day forward Ned Roberts

;

THE COLONNADE I were very close friends. We were like Negro and his dog. Where you saw one of us, you saw both of us. The night before D-day we shook hands on a deal we would

I was kept busy taking care of the wounded. Things had quieted down some by the fourth day. Late in the evening I decided to stroll down the beach

correspond in case we got split up. If he should get back to the States first and get leave, he would look my folks up and tell them the usual lie about how happy and well-pleased I was. If I should get back first, I was to do the same thing for him.

About three o'clock the next morning, the G. Q. alarm was sounded. Only a short time before everything was quiet and peaceful. Now, all Hell was breaking loose. Our battle wagons had opened up and were shelling the beach. Higgins barges were being lowered over the side. Men were slowly weaving their way down the rope ladders into the barges. At a distance they looked like flies in a large spiderweb. I was going

to see if

and

days on the beach.

the

:

over the side

when Ned

yelled,

"Where

any of our wounded had been overI wanted to see if I could tell what the ratio was between our dead and the enemies'. After walking about a looked. Then, too,

mile

number

dead,

of bodies in the water.

I

dragged seven or eight

keep them dragged the

in to

As

I

last body in, I stumbled and fell. I looked back to see what I had stumbled over. Another body was face down on the beach.

Something I don't know what made me go over and turn the body upright. When I saw the face smiling up at me, my heart sank. "It can't be," I thought. "No, it can't be!" I even checked the dog tags. "Pvt. Ned

—

—

Roberts, 266,28,43."

to,

Some time later know someone laid

—

"Red Beach," I replied. "What about you?"

"I got Yellow Beach. Real flashy, you know! Nothing but the best for me!" With that, he was out of sight.

We were hit pretty hard the first few

of-

many

the beach, passing

noticed a

^'rom drifting out to sea.

Trout?"

ZJlie ^J4arblnaeri

down

I

—

how

long

a gentle

don't

I

hand on my

shoulder and said, "The kid sure has a pleasant smile on his face.

At

length,

I

him, "He's going

Summer

J^cive

I

wonder why!"

slowly arose and turned to

home

—that's

why."

Co

Tay

Charles d'Orleans

The harbingers of summer have come To furnish well her dwelling;

And

soft they

made her

coverlet.

With flowers and greenery woven.

Spreading the silky tapestrie Of grass down o'er the land.

The harbingers of summer have come

To garnish her dwelling

fair.

Wearisome hearts so long frozen.

Be ofl"! Be gone from this land.

Winter, you'll live here no longer The harbingers of summer have come.

Translation

by,

Jean Smith

"A translator who can render a masterpiece without losing much of the flavor of the original, is apt himself to be al most a g«nius."

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II

IRIEMIC/HIBIEIP Suzanne Girard

X

remember the school as

if it

first day I went to were yesterday. I can

see myself crossing the bridge near

my home — my hand

—

in my mother's and walking toward an unknown world. The

school was located on the sixth floor of a house, the main floor of which was the

—

a wonderland of mariomother used to take us on Fat Tuesday. There was a kind of mystery floating in that house, and the stairway was so mysterious, so strange and steep for my five-year old legs. But on the sixth floor the smiles on the sisters' faces comforted me. My mother left me, and I was alone for the first time in a crowd of unknown people.

The sisters soon relieved my anxiety by giving me a slate and a slate pencil, and telling me to draw "barres." I

Guignol Theatre nettes

—where

did not want to draw "barres." I already knew how to do that. I had always known.

Oh, how I wanted to learn to read and

write I remember the quietness of the study hours, and the blue-green light of the gas

—my

school was the oldest in town play-times on the garden-like side walks of the quai by the river. Boys on one side and girls on the other. And the way the big ribbon bow jumped on my head when we danced the rings to the tune of "Enfilons, enfilons les aiguiles de bois."

What a silly song! Have you ever seen wooden needles And every morning there was that humiliating procession to the

burner

— and

the

!

"commodity-room" During Easter vacation of that year our family made its annual trip to the Riviera.

Before our return my father took us to Italy in our big blue taxi-like car. Think of that! A foreign land for a little girl curious about everything. I was used to going to Switzerland, but that was not a foreign country to me, for the people spoke French

we did. The Italian customs officers had such funny hats with feathers, and they spoke so fast! I did not see how my older brother could understand them.

just as

The next year my parents decided I should leave the school in the house of the Guignol Theatre and enter a more modern one. And so my studies at the "Ecole Chevreul" began. It was a private school directed by Jesuits. It was a better school than the government schools, but the discipline and the studies were hard. I can still see the six hundred girls ranging from five to eighteen years, coming down the stairs one by one. You could hear a pin drop. But it was thrilling to wear a brand new uniform a blue dress with white collar and to have a little grey bag with grey gloves and a black mantilla to wear to chapel. I wore that same uniform for ten years because I did not change schools again.

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—

For a few months I sat beside a girl whose parents lived in Yugoslavia. She went home every summer. I often thought how wonderful it would be to travel as she did.

I had my wish when the next summer our entire family made a trip to the beautiBlack Forest with its picturesque towns.

But the customs officer at the border, so fat in his green uniform and smiling so obsequiously was distasteful to me. I hated the looks of his picture on the wall. How could these people like such an ugly man with such a look and such a mustache! He had a funny name, too Adolf Adolf ful

—

—

Hitler.

In 1934 we celebrated my "Communion Solennelle" and my parents' Silver Wedding Anniversary. I was deeply moved

when in my white veil and muslin dress I held the candle and pronounced the sacred oath. That evening at home we had a formal dinner with the whole family and many friends. There were many speeches. From

THE COLONNADE that day forward,

I

was considered

grew more frequent, and at five o'clock in morning of May 10, 1940, we were awakened by the war siren. The fight had

a "big"

and was admitted to the formal dinners we had at home twice a year.

It was in that same year that I entered the sixth grade or my secondary studies.

the

girl,

In

my

school,

this obligation

German tanks were invading Deutschland and Belgium, just north of France. The enemy came closer, the crowds passing under our windows increased the mail did not come; the radio did not work.

People said that the enemy was at the door of Lyon. However, on June 17, after nights without sleep, I went, accompanied by my father, to the lycee where the examinations for the "bacalaureat" were to take place.

A silent crowd of parents and students filled the street. A little note on the door of the lycee said that "baccalaureat" had been postponed to an unknov^oi date. Silently we returned home, and I took my post at the window. It was a beautiful day, and there were a few girls and young boys swimming in the river. A small crowd of idle older men were watching them. French soldiers and army trucks passed by. One by one the crowd on the quai dispersed. At four o'clock there was not a soul on the streets. But one could hear a dull noise in the distance. A few men ran out on the

really begun!

Latin was obligatory, but became a pleasure, at least

;

Though many times I became tired of working, I knew the only way to learn was to work. But there was another reason in France the exams are

for the first year.

:

competitive. thirteen and in the third grade began to study Greek. That year Greek was taught by a seventy-year old gentleman the funniest I have ever met and the only one allowed in this girls' I

when

was I

—

school.

The following October I entered the second grade. In this grade in France, we "make our humanities." It was my first hint of what is meant by culture. I was so taken up with my studies that I scarcely paid any attention to the outside world. HoweVer, the word "War", repeated many times when the German army invaded Austria, finally awoke me. I did not trust the state of truce between the four great European nations, nor did I trust the look on that face on

quai shouting, "They are here! The Gerare here!" The heavy noise increased and thousands of us from behind our shutters watched as they approached in tanks,

mans

the wall of the customs office at Brisach.

That summer we were so busy discusing plans for my brother's wedding the

—

fingers on tumblers of their machine guns, ready to fire.

dresses, the party, the guests, etc., that the

The next day the radio worked again.

news of the German invasion came as a us. On September 3, 1939, the day after the wedding, France declared war on Germany, England followed a few hours later. Within a few hours we were launched into the biggest war of the modern world.

It was a strange winter. There were black-outs and air alarms, and yet we could not realize that we were really at war. We knew something terrible was going to happen. But when? And where?

Meanwhile I was working very hard. It was difficult to concentrate, but the "Bacthe exam most feared by calaureat" French students was to be held at the end of that school year. I felt that I must pass it especially well, because we were at war.

With the first day of spring the nervous

At

shock to

—

five o'clock

that afternoon,

we heard

voice say that France had capitulated.

a

That

was impossible! We still had our colonies!

They would fight on! Not for one minute did I believe the report that France had surrendered. That announcer was WTong!

He had to be wrong! But when we, the people of Lyon went out into the streets, we found Hitler's flag flying high above the town hall and other public buildings. And there were thousands and thousands of Germans walking with that heavy tread which was to be our sonorous background

—

for several years to come.

were comThousands and thousands of trucks filled with goods of all sorts were speeding in the direction of Germany. I In fifteen days the stores

pletely emptied.

tension in France increased. Air warnings

JQ

I

REMEMBER

had never known before that France was such a rich country. Three weeks later the Germans left Lyon, because, according to the Armistice, Lyon was in the non-occupied zone of France.

to be

desire tions

In spite of existing conditions the "baccalaureat" in the district of Lyon was an-

Since there was no sign of the war's being over soon, I prepared only one certificate that year. In France, to obtain a Licence es Lettres the equivalent of an M. A. degree we must obtain four different art.

—

was

postponed until September. And so my parents and I went to our country home to see if it was still standing and to get the rest we needed after so much emotional strain.

We were scarcely installed in our home when a telegram called me back to Lyon.

The date of the oral examination had been advanced. After twenty-four hours on the train, and without any preparation, I arrived just in time to present myself to the

In the winter of 1940 and it

was

1941, food

rationed.

—

certificates. I chose to work in Greek Archaelogy. The subject fascinated me and left me time to learn how to cook and sew, according to my father's wishes.

French students do not live at the university; therefore our contacts with other students are not very frequent. But I became acquainted with a Czech student, a Polish girl, a Chinese girl, and a few artists who had escaped either from the forbidden zone or from Paris.

The next fall, before the opening of the university, my younger brother was married. Our car having been stolen by the Germans, we obtained permission from the authorities to hire a bus. He had a nice

jury. The following fall, I entered the class preparing for the "baccalaureat" in philosophy.

became so scarce that

"I'ecole

—

—

oral part of the examination

for

cupied Paris was out of the question. As for going to England that could never be.

Therefore I decided that I would study for a Master of Arts in history and history of

nounced for the end of July. The school had re-opened. Two days of terrific nervous strain, and ten days of anguish before the final results were announced such are some of the recollections I have of the biggest event of a French student's life.

The

my

and But

It satisfied a double the ancient ci\ilizacuriosity for unknown coun-

love

du Louvre" was in Paris, to send a sixteen year old girl into oc-

tries.

and

an archaelogist.

—my

At

the doors of the food stores long lines of people waited even in snow and rain for

wedding last time

meager ration of bread. By this time Lyon was over-crowded with refugees from their

in the countryside.

That was the for two

we danced and had fun

long years. A few weeks after that, the Americans landed in North Africa. Three

parts of occupied France as well as from ahnost all other European countries Alsatians, who had been expelled, Jews wanting to escape the Germans, underall

days later

—

in spite of all

agreements, the

German troops invaded the non-occupied zone of France. That was on November 11, 1942, the anniversary of the first World

ground thinkers and writers, who although they could not express themselves freely could at least think freely. By January 1941, Lyon had become the intellectual capital of France. A keen-eyed observer could discern signs of the mysterious "underground" movement. Thus, in spite of everything, the French people kept on thinking and hoping.

War

Armistice day.

That winter was one of the coldest.

Food was scarce coal still scarcer. Vexations of all kinds were imposed on us by the Germans. We had curfew every night at eleven. And many times when we had done something they called "wrong", it was advanced to six. Underground papers and pamphlets against the "Verdigres", as we called the Germans, began to pass from hand to hand. The London-French broadcasts had more and more listeners, though ;

—

In June the "bachot", the next exam took On July 8, 1941, in my sixteenth year, my life as a "secondary" student was over.

I had a whole summer to make up my mind as to what I was going to do, or rather as to what the war would let me do. I wanted place.

we could not hear

clearly because of the

Continued on page 23

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^ail ^adk

"Let

it

rain"

is

the

motto of the smart Longioood lass who sheds water like friend duck in her bad li'ea.ther

&^ ^^-^^

rzx.

The train will surely stop while the engineer takes a good look at the slick and slim young passenger who is about to board.

togs.

[

for

^Itt^

she wears an eyecatching argyle sweater a-top one of the season's new accordian pleated skirts, the

//

Longwood never lonely

lucious will

worry ah out week ends.

For those long winter slumber periods the intelligent es

girl

choos-

a calm and subtle

pair

of

snug,

warm

pajamas that will be the envy of the dorm.

PRJCH

:

;

WHO

:

:

WILL BELL THE CAT ?

/ cShe old, old saying "Who will bell ^^,/ where it originated. However, we

the cat?" is known the world over. IJobody knows when or do know that Aesop used it in his fables. And we do know that during the fourteenth century, an English author, William Langland, in his poem Piers Plowman, presented the down trodden lov^•er class allegorical ly as a congregation of mice, and the tyrannical King Edward III as the cat they wished to "bell." The bell, of cours'e, represented a curb on the sovereign's power.

The poem printed below et les Souris"

(The Cat and the

the moralistic twist

it

is a literal translation of a -fourteenth century lyric Mice"), written by Eustace Deschamps. The translation

called "Le is

Chat

responsible for

takes on.

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all the mice Joined strengths in a great assembly To see what means they might contrive To fight the cat, their enemy.

"Wisely asked", a gray rat said, And waved his hoary tail " 'Tis fault of execution [f our cunning plot should fail."

They argued loudly 'till they all Agreed on this device Whereby, someone would bell the Oppressor of the mice.

They all looked 'round to find someone As brave as he could be But none seemed to fancy that The "brave" someone was he!

The story goes that

_

cat,

And

still, I wot, the search goes on In ranks of mouse and nian To find "that someone" brave enough To carry thru the plan.

wise young rat spoke up and said: perfect plan a coup d'etat.

But here's the trick: we mu.st decide Just who will bell the cat?"

A

—

"A

Envoi

"Wise counsel," everyone agreed out some day."

And squeaking approbation, each Mouse went his separate way.

"We'll bear

it

Oh, wise complacent councilors.

my story, pray best-laid schemes aft agley."

Attend

"The

o'

mice an' men

Complacency was everywhere.

They thought their battle won

Gang

Until a puzzled foreign rat Inquired just what they'd done.

For though we oft-times are exposed To sage advice and that,

—

Unless we

"Who

"Ah," they said in smiling pride, "We've got some scheme of meed We'll bell the cat," "That's fine," she said, "But who will do the deed?"

act, it's just a case of

will bell the cat?"

Eustace Deschamps (Translated

14

by

Maria

Jackson!

:

Women

(Ballade of tke be those

Though there The speech

Who

of the

who hold

!

of Pa^ii

not in derision,

dames Genoese and Venetian,

say that even the old and the ancient.

In carrying messages are truly efficient.

But whether

Of

Rome, or a Lombard

lady,

always

insist at the risk of

my

shall

I

Piedmont or Florence they

of

Savoy or of

be,

name.

That none can compare with a good Paris dame!

In the teaching of languages

many

That Neopolitan ladies most truly

will tell excell.

Prussian wives and German fraus have talents immense,

True gossip queens of the old backyard fence.

Visit the best of

From

them throughout

this terrain

the far Balkan states to the borders of Spain,

Travel to the countries of ancient acclaim.

There are none

to

compare with a good Paris dame!

Brittany's wives are ignorant of lively abuse

Gascon wives and Swiss dames and those of Toulouse

One good herring peddler

of Paris' Petit Pont

Could rout them completely "dans un seul moment" Valencia

girls, too,

(Female tongues of

But over and over

and London ladies sedate. all

lands in this verse

you'll hear

me

I

could state.)

e.xclaim

That none can compare with a good Paris dame

Envoi

Oh The

Prince, reward not to the ladies Ionic, prize for the best that's histrionic.

Ladies of Paris deserve the praise and the fame.

For there's none to compare with a good Paris dame!

Francois Villon (Translated by Betty

15

Collier)

;

Ollrp

Ntglft

lpfnÂŤ Sat lay

'Twas the night before "Rat Day", when

Not

a

;

through the dorm

all

freshman was sleeping, awaiting the storm

;

Bath caps were hung on the bedpost with dread, In hopes that the sophomores would all drop dead.

The sophs were nestled

all

snug

in their beds.

While visions of rat court danced

my

And

I

Had

just settled

When I

in

housecoat, with rules in

down

heads

in their

my

lap,

for a brief little nap,

.

.

.

out in the hall there arose such a clatter,

sprang from

my

Over to the door

I

bed to see what was the matter

flew like a flash,

Tripped over the wastecan and spilled

When, what

to

my

all

the trash.

wondering eyes should appear.

But the Hall President, and our House Mother dear; I

ran to the closet, came back

in a dash.

Grabbed up the dustpan, and swept up that trash.

Diane Murray

16

!

Happens

It

lege. It is

Today

17.

I

Matthews

comes, more homesickness. Our hearts are just one constant ache. We are homesick

leave for col-

— period.

strange to have such mixed emoReally, I am very glad

September 20. Tests, questionnaires, more lectures. Fifty per cent of the freshmen have phoned home. What a pile of money September 21. We are beginning to get

tions over going.

that

I

am

enough to be suffileave home. But already I

finally old

ciently able to

myself clinging desperately

feel

substantial

home

my

of

to the safe,

childhood.

am

I

be-

ginning to be very homesick.

2:30 p. m. I hated to tell Daddy goodalmost bye. It made me feel depressed

acquainted with the campus, the buildings, and the upper-classmen. "Longwood girls are so friendly!"

We're being showered with parties, parties, parties! Maybe they do care about us.

—

weeping.

3:30 p. m. At last

like

have arrived at

I

Longwood. And what a hub-bub! I never dreamed there could be so many depressed, confused, green, stupid freshmen! Although the "girls in white," try vainly to lead us in the right directions, can't keep those halls straight !

we

Although

just

!

!

bridge! Oh, how my heart aches to be in that dear old car heading homeward! Just wait until my first week-end. I must swal-

roommate

from

Norfolk.

shouldn't be sad.

She's

from home than I. 6 :00 p. m. We try ing meal,

we return

and weep September

tate

so

After

much

all,

coming

my I

rooms

Hampden-Sydney is a great Longwood it's only seven miles

over.

asset to

;

away.

September 24. Only a few hours' rest!

We rise, don our fall finery, and go to church. The church people are so nice. They remind me of the Kenbridge people.

Lots of parents must be "homesick" So many drove up today to see their daughters September 25-29. Where did this week go?! Why here it is Friday, and I've written Mon only once this week! Gee, but I

farther

to eat. After the evento our

home-

—

na go" home!

5:00 p. m. Mother and Tommy said good-bye and left for my beloved Ken-

tears and get acquainted with

feel a slight tinge of

September 22. Thank goodness classes have begun at last. Those rascals, the Sophs, directed us to Third Floor Annex for typing! We'll get even with them yet.

September 28. Learning to wash clothes just another part of the "General Curriculum"!

I have to write two papers, read a 1,000 page biography, study the first five chapters in World History and transcribe sixteen pages of shorthand before Monday.

No time for homesickness.

Tonight the Hampden-Sydney boys are

—

my

I still

sickness, I'm beginning to like the place!

4 :30 p. m. I am in my "home away from home." Lucky me new furniture! But it's going to take more than a pretty room to make me want to stay in this place. I "wan-

low

Freshman

to Ever_y Bessie

Dear Diary: September

!

to medi-

in solitude.

!

Blue Monday. There's only one thing that has saved us freshmen from catastrophe our orientation sheets.

12:15 p. m. We are practically starved.

1:00 to 6:00 p. m. Unlimited lectures and unlimited welcomes! But somehow we have lived through this first day.

September 19. More lectures, more wel18.

—

love this college life!

fun

!

The

Why,

girls are so sweet

ers so nice

!

You know

—

!

it's

it's

much

the teachalmost as nice

Continued on page 21

17

so

And

''

——

_.Xr A fawn leaned to And from across I

saw her

lift

^a wn the wind, a mirrored lake

her dainty head.

She stood erect;

And

then

With graceful step She turned And was gone.

Roberta Browning

18

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ACROSS THE RIVER AND INTO THE TREES

Reviewed by Sara Creger

through Colonel Cantwell.

CROSS is

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And

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the poignant story of a

Now

man and

The old

novels.

THE LITTLE WORLD OF DON CAMILLO

BY Giovanni Guareschi

woman

he loves, the Colonel reflects on his fifty-one years of life. We see him as an unsuccessful man. His bitterness is caused by an extremely em.bittered marriage, his reduction from the rank of general, and the obscure way in which his life must end. Nevertheless, in spite of his bitterness. Colonel Cantwell seems happy.

This is shown in his love for Renata, a young Venetian countess. We see happiness reflected in his appreciation and admira-

Reviewed by Sally Brickman

HINALLY, to

someone has had the spirit use a lightweight, but extremely

weapon against the oppreslaughter. Here a happy book. The Little World of Don irritating

sive is

Communism

fear of

—

Camillo

is a series of stories centered about the rivalry between an Italian priest, Don

Camillo, and a Communist mayor, Peppone, in a small Italian town. Each story is an illustration of their struggle for political domination. Here is whimsicality, charm, simplicity and sly satire.

tion of the arts of Italy.

Hemingway's conception of approachis convincing, and when at last the three days are over, we are prepared, ing death is

working on

We are waiting for his best, or at least something that will live up to his previous

is

ing his last three days in one last fling with

as

is

will be his best novel.

still

Colonel Richard Cantwell, who is old in age but not in spirit.

Colonel Cantwell, now having served in two European wars, must reconcile himself to the fact that he is dying of a heart disease and not in glorious battle. Spendsoldier

Ernest Hemingway

what he says

his preparation for death.

the

thes<

world, and realizing how one could die unexpectedly, he gave his message, throwing all rules of style and polish to the four winds. In this one short novel, he has expressed his own bitterness and criticisms

BY Ernest Hemingway

g

on

Don Camillo has many problems with

Colonel Cantwell, for the hero's death.

baptism of Pepmost burden-

Although not exciting, the story moves without pause in an interesting way with

his devoted flock, but the

dialogue that is typically Hemingway blunt and honest. The style is polished but in places it lacks that perfect finish that is

some problem of all. The question is: Will he be named Lenin Libero Antonio or will he become Camillo Libero Antonio?

also

characteristically

To most

pone's son

precipitates the

Being a fervent priest, Don Camillo can do nothing without first consulting Christ above the altar. This is done verbally and not without argument on the part of Don Camillo. At one time Peppone confesses to a beating he had given Don Camillo. While

Hemingway.

readers, this book will probably

be disappointing, because it does not live up to the author's reputation. Ernest Hemingway has recently had a fight with death himself. He had something to tell the

19

THE COLONNADE been called the Italian James Thurber for

is saying- twenty Hail Mary's and twenty Our Father's, Don Camillo is trying in vain to receive permission from Christ to return the insult. But, no, his hands were made for blessing. However, as Peppone bends over the rail, the temptation was too much.

There was no such stipulation about one's

he

humor and human

the

twist of his draw-

ings and writings. In an autobiographical sketch, How I Got This Way, we find that

he is not only author of eight other books, but also editor-in-chief of "Cand^do," an Italian magazine.

"There's something in that," replies I warn you, just one."

Despite their political antagonism, both priest and mayor were passionately fond of hunting, and the private grounds of Baron Stocco afforded an irrestistible temptation. To the embarrassment and humiliation of both, they caught each other in the act of poaching. To make matters worse, they must also be partners in the

feet!

Christ, "but,

THE BIZARRE SISTERS

BY Jay and Audrey Walz Reviewed by Patricia Taylor

ONE

terrible thing to be

his wife and second cousin Judith Randolphs were much addicted to intermarriage), her younger sister Nancy, and Richard's brother John Randolph of

arre,

(the

awakened

Roanoke.

by a loudspeaker aimed, of course, toward

When Nancy Randolph comes

the church, blasting Communist folderol.

•But Don Camillo was an obedient priest and, at the remonstrances of Christ above the altar, he replaces the brass candlestick

Tirade becomes a watery pink appeal to

When

and

reader dries laugh, he realizes that behind the candid humor and the simplicity is an undeniable depth of human emotion Don Camillo's love for people. With human warmth and sympathetic insight the stifles

the

his

last

she drives her

—

Smith

in his appeal to the reader's heart.

by accident that

w^e also

_

I

room

scenes,

political

or tender

debates,

moments

court-

betv\een

Richard and Nancy. Their colorful story and customs of 1800.

All the characters in the book really lived.

You will find this an interesting book, and well worth reading.

author and never actually revealed. That not the point. That they really agree on

reflects the attitudes

is

the closing note of the

book.

The author, Giovanni Guareschi,

Nancy finds

Morris, the famous New York Federalist. The oil portrait which she sends Judith's deaf mute son, St. George, is ironcally, one of tne few possessions saved

family quarrels,

the hilarious pair finally settle their struggles is irrelevant to the purposes of the

is

penniless.

when Bizarre burns to the ground.

You will long remember Jay and Audrey Walz's decriptions, whether of

laugh at

pompous Feppone as he pits his wiles against the more subtle Don Camillo. How

the essentials

away

a little happiness after she marries Gouv-

emeur

spirited Italian priest stands beside Father It is not

sister,

Nancy, lays the blame for his poisoning upon her sister. Imagining that she sees his ghost following Nancy about Bizarre,

patriotism. tears

to live at

she and handsome Richard fall in love. Court proceedings follow, with Patrick Henry and John Marshall as attorneys for the defense. Released from jail, Richard has learned to love freedom so deeply that he frees all his slaves in his will, which is carried out much sooner that he expects. The scheming Judich, haunted by the realization that Richard loved

Bizarre with her

which he had been brandishing above his head. However, it is impossible to stop him from ringing the bells, because he had pulled the ladder up with him. Consequently, the progaganda blotted out, the fiery Red

his

years ago in

—

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was a

fifty

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